Shopping (D1, LA, Freesquare Bizarre)

[James Hall]

"Repairs? I don't own anything worth repairing."

The man coughed.

"Unless you can whip me up a prosthetic that'll get me up and walking and out working again, I doubt there's anything you can do for me, young man."

"And if I can?" James wasn't sure if he could, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. "I'll admit, I never done a human leg before, but a mech leg can't be too different. I'm not saying it would be pretty, or that I could do it for a certainly, but I think I probably could."

[Comstar]

"If you can... hell... I'll give you a table of these."

The man looked genuinely surprised. "Don't toy with me boy, if you can't do it. Don't get a man's hopes up eh?"

[James Hall]

"I can't guarantee anything, since I have never done it before, but I am a mechtech. The basic principles should be the same. Both are legs. I would need the material to use. I can't use our companies material, but I can do the work here, so you can watch me work."

[Comstar]

"Well, I can let ya try, but I don't have one of those neurohats."

The man grumbled.

Sinking back into his chair. "For now, how bout the missy take a bundle and bring me those meals, eh?"

[Colette Rupelle]

"Deal zen" She clapped jumping excitedly. "If Monsieur James needs my help wiz ze project I can help as well."

[Comstar]

The man reached out, pulling apart strands of myomer like yarn, fishing out a handful, winding them into a braided bundle, and then handing the entire lot over. In another world, this would be worth a lot more than dinner for a week... but here, it seemed the stock was more abundant than the demand.

"There you go little missy. Now let a man sleep, eh."

[Thomas Moreno]

That didn't answer his question at all. That man was drunk though, and the transaction was done. so as far as Thomas was concerned they were done here.